I think it was three weeks in time before the great escape, With Mr “Green” the first to make his bid for freedom’s sake, The bonny “Squire” big and bold as bomb proof as they come, A gentle giant amongst his peers, rambunctious and fun! And so the final move was made from crèche into the kitchen, With neither mum remotely fussed which puppy was a pitchin’ Attendance at the mobile bar was almost on a rota, And all my little darlings had a full and fillin’ quota, The Christmas tree was brightly dressed, The garlands decked in ribbons, A warm and cosy festive feel, a bit like Charlie Dickens!


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